Tongtian spoke. "It should be this Mountain God."
The Witch Clan wanted to build a Mountain God Temple for the Qingyi Mountain God. This Qingyi Mountain God should be that very Mountain God.
"Hmph!" Yuanshi snorted coldly. "What kind of Mountain God is he? Why are they building a temple for him?"
"Have these Twelve Ancestral Witches all been kicked in the head by donkeys? They actually want to build a temple for some Mountain God like this!" Yuanshi said, his tone deeply displeased.
Yuanshi still remembered what had happened inside that Mountain God Temple, as well as what had happened on Buzhou Mountain. He greatly disliked this Qingyi Mountain God.
"This is truly an insult to Father God Pangu's name!" Yuanshi said through gritted teeth.
Yuanshi regarded himself as Pangu Orthodoxy, formed from Pangu's Primordial Spirit.
The Witch Clan's Ancestral Witches, meanwhile, had been formed from Pangu Blood Essence.
Yuanshi did not think much of the Ancestral Witches either.
After all, Yuanshi had been formed from the Primordial Spirit, while the Ancestral Witches had merely been formed from Blood Essence.
If Yuanshi had any connection with the Ancestral Witches, it was only that they had both been formed from Pangu.
That was why Yuanshi said they had disgraced Father God Pangu's name.
The Three Pure Ones had no friendship with the Ancestral Witches, and their relationship was not particularly good either.
"These Twelve Ancestral Witches are truly making Father God Pangu lose face!" Yuanshi said again, cursing them.
If the Twelve Ancestral Witches had been here, they would certainly have furiously lashed back at Yuanshi!
This fellow was meddling far too much!
Tongtian glanced at Yuanshi and said, "Second Brother, that Qingyi Mountain God is truly a very good person."
Tongtian had received favors from the Qingyi Mountain God,